~VioletCherry342~
Kurt had been flustered and frightened when he woke up to find Blaine gone. Finn had went down and practically flipped him over and reminded him, loudly, "You have a date, man! A date a date a date!"
Blaine had been seated upstairs with Noah, who preferred 'Puck', the Warbler found out. He kept giving him strange looks as the younger boy awaited Kurt, and it made him slightly uncomfortable. "Excuse me..."
"Huh?"
"You're um...You're staring..."
"Oh, shit, sorry," Puck blurted out in a rush. "Nah, no, you just, er...Used to...never talk to me."
"Oh," Blaine found that was all he could think of to say, shifting back uncomfortably further into the seat. "I'm sorry."
"Nah.." Puck shrugged. "Just sayin'. You know about as much about me as I do about you..."
"I doubt that."
"I like being called Puck, one fact." He gave Blaine a look. "You're Kurt's boy toy. One fact. We're even."
"Puckerman," Kurt said tersely, appearing out of nowhere, as Blaine flushed deep red, looking down at his hands.
"Hummel."
Kurt glared, then offered Blaine a softer look. "I'm sorry, you want to go?"
"Mhmm," Blaine hummed anxiously, standing up and standing almost behind Kurt. Puck wolf whistled, and Kurt shot him another death glare before offering Blaine a hand and leaving the house.
"I'm sorry," He said quietly, opening the car door for him. "I took a long time, I know, but you should've woken me up-"
"No, no, it's fine.." Blaine gave him a little smile as he seated himself in the Escalade, giving Kurt's hand a small squeeze. "You looked so calm, I didn't want to disturb you."
Kurt grinned shyly, shaking his head. "Always a gentleman."
Blaine blushed cutely and looked away as Kurt closed the door, admiring the hem of his jeans as Kurt drove. Kurt's were tighter, much tighter, fitting him slimly and smoothly, showing off every curve and line of the other boys legs. It was...distracting. Blaine licked his lips nervously and looked out the window as some sort of excuse to not gawk, but it made him feel sick so he ended up back on Kurt, studying the lines of his fingers, arms, shoulders, neck...jaw...lips...
"You're staring," Kurt said quietly, and Blaine jumped. When had the car stopped? And when had Kurt began looking at him? Damn, he was cute when he was blushing- "Blaine?"
"What?" Blaine blinked. Shit. "Oh, um...Damn. I'm sorry."
Kurt just giggled, hopping out of the car and moving to open the door for Blaine, who grinned sheepishly and stepped out. "What is this place, anyway?"
"Breadstix," Kurt answered. "It's, ah, basically the only restaurant I'm comfortable eating at, to be honest."
Blaine chuckled. "Italian is always good."
"We had a few dates here," Kurt said in a small voice, shy, scared to push. "You never used to let me pay."
"I'm still not going to."
"Really?" Kurt asked playfully, closing the door once Blaine had gotten out. "You got your wallet?"
Blaine blinked. "I'll pay you back."
"No," Kurt said smugly, snickering. "This is me paying you back."
Blaine pouted, and Kurt had to remind himself that he couldn't just lean over and kiss him. He just couldn't. It was unfortunate, really, but he really didn't want to scare Blaine off.
Not now.
"Come on, now," Kurt said, offering Blaine a hand and grinning. Blaine huffed but slipped his hand into Kurt's, anyway, still pouting at him playfully. The waitress recognized the two and scampered them over to their usual booth, and the minute Blaine sat down, he didn't appear to be...there anymore.
-xXx-
'You don't want to go to prom with me?'
'I'm crazy about you...It's just-'
-xXx-
A sharp pain shot up his knees when they met the ground, and he through himself against the wall of the school. The friend he'd brought with him, Seth, who was nearly six foot tall and nowhere near the term, 'scrawny' boomed, "Oh, for Godsake, just go away."
Blaine wasn't as annoyed. He was terrified.
He was terrified being on his knees in front of the jocks who had teased and pushed and shoved and hurt him on a daily basis since he came out. He was terrified when they grabbed the collar of his shirt and threw him around, pushed him back and forth between four of them until he stopped trying to catch himself and collapsed. He was terrified when they didn't stop and continued to kick him. He was terrified when he heard Seth shrieking in a pain of his own.
He was starting to not care after the longest time, shaking and crying quietly, but at least the pain was gone, fading with the laughter.
He heard Seth grunt out his name and felt hands on his waist, and he keened, muttering little pleads and 'No's' and trying to swat the hand away from him.
"Blaine, stop it, it's me."
Blaine whimpers, not really hearing the words, just feeling someone struggling with his jacket. More thoughts pop into his head and he lets out a little sob, delusional from the beating and not knowing this was his friend.
"Shh," The voice said again. "Fucking hell, that stings."
"P-Please..."
"Shhh," It cooed, touching Blaine's hair as he shook. "Dad...Dad, where are you?" ... "We're still at school, but...Daddy..." Little cries, matching his own. "Please, I-I'll live, but Blaine...B-Blaine's in really bad shape...No, I just called you...Dad, please hurry- Crap. Blaine? Blaine, c'mon, say something...God, Dad, please!"
A hand touching his shocked the Warbler out of his thoughts.
-xXx-
He jumped, yanking his hand back and pressing them both against his stomach and looking at Kurt as if he were a stranger.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked in a hurt tone, pulling his hands back toward him so he wasn't so slouched over the table and pressing back against the seats.
"Sorry," Blaine said quietly. "I'm sorry...I just...I wasn't here, for a second..."
Still, he didn't offer Kurt his hand again.
Kurt frowned and shook his head. "It's okay..."
The date was a little awkward from that point, Kurt making several attempts at small talk but it really wasn't any different from when they were at home with Finn and Burt and Carole all hanging around somewhere. Kurt eventually noticed Blaine was a little resigned and just stopped delving into stories in some attempt to get his attention.
He just made little comments and had the saddest look on his face Blaine had ever seen.
It was worse than when Blaine snapped at him at the hospital.
Blaine winced. He felt bad, really, he just...he didn't see Kurt that way. He was cute, and sweet, and funny, and comfortable, but he wasn't...he wasn't really Blaine's type.
"Why did we end up dating, anyway?"
Kurt looked startled by the question. "Um..."
"I'm just curious," Blaine covered quickly.
Kurt flushed. "My bird died, and you said the way I sang Blackbird moved you...and you kissed me, and we'd been together ever since."
Blaine blinked. "A bird?"
Kurt looked down. "Mhmm.."
"A Dalton bird?"
He nodded solemnly.
Blaine blinked again. "I'm sorry, but that's...just...it just sounds like a weird reason to start dating..."
Kurt looked up but didn't bring his chin any higher, and a forced amused grin passed his lips, "I always thought it was kind of sweet.."
"Maybe I'm hearing it wrong," Blaine said quietly. "I'm sorry..."
Kurt shook his head. "Don't be..."
Blaine swallowed. God, why did he have to ask?
It was silent from then. Kurt just finished what he had ordered and paid the check, and Blaine was silently pleading that he could come up with something, anything, to make this okay.
"Hey," Blaine said when Kurt opened the door for him whilst looking at the ground. "I'm sorry...I was just really wondering and I...I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Kurt, I really didn't."
"You didn't," Kurt lied, giving the most convincing smile he could muster. "Really."
Blaine frowned.
Once they'd gotten home, Kurt said they'd had fun, Blaine admitted that he liked Breadstix, and Burt and Carole both smiled and nodded happily. Blaine and Kurt both got ready for bed, and Blaine snuggled under the sheets and laid there while Kurt and Chewy stayed in the other bed.
After a few minutes, Blaine got up and moved over to Kurt, petting his soft hair, still a little damp from the shower he'd taken. He looked calm, happy when he was asleep.
Not hurt and broken like he had on their date.
Chewy pierced Blaine with an accusing gaze, like he was screaming, "You hurt him. I love him and you hurt him. Prepare to die."
"I'm sorry, Kurt," Blaine whispered after a few minutes of just sitting, petting and sighing.
Why couldn't he feel the way about Kurt, the way this beautiful angel in the room obviously felt about him?
It wasn't fair...
Blaine cried into his pillow that night, until he fell into a restless sleep, nightmares of Sadie Hawkins and Kurt plaguing his slumber.
There ya go, lucyintheskky! (PS. I apologize if this is kinda crackish from the other chapters, I need to re-read this again..hehe)
For the rest of you, thank her, because several of the Klainers are mad at me for shipping something other than Klaine...so pff. That's why this has taken so long, I was not happy..lol
Anyhoo! I'm not mad now, and the idea lucyintheskky gave me just made this a longer fic. YAY! This will be finished. *happy dance*
Adios...